“If I come closer you’ll ignite. I shouldn’t like you to become Duke Flambé. Did you drink the brandy, or bathe in it?” He gazed at her. “You’re so solicitous of my welfare.” He was again touched that she didn’t want to set him alight. “I’m more concerned about my mother’s curtains. That particular shade of velvet cost a fortune and I shouldn’t like to tell her I used a duke for kindling.”
